Upgrade

My laptop is (at least) 8 years old and while it was a very decent laptop 8 years ago, software has moved on since then, and it hasn’t. Thus, it is having a few problems coping. The biggest issue was the heavy demands of Lightroom and Photoshop, which also happen to be the two programs I use most on there. The fancy AI denoise tool is far too much for it, and despite promising me a result in 12 minutes, it invariably failed: “falling over” some way through the process. “Falling over” is the whimsical way that computer people describe it breaking down, the whimsy designed to take your mind off the fact that you can’t actually use the tool because your laptop doesn’t work.

And so, a combination of birthday and Christmas gifts has arrived. An HP Victus laptop with souped up memory and hard drive. I now have more RAMs than a particularly successful sheep farmer, and a super smart, brand new edition graphics card and processor which should see me through (at least) the next 8 years.

Of course, once all set up, there was still the acid test: could it AI denoise a photo on which the old one had failed? It’s clearly a complicated and demanding process, and so I warned the assembled crowd (two people and beagle) that once I clicked the button, it would probably say about 10 minutes, but if it did it in 10 minutes, that was a win.

We all held our breath, and I clicked the button.

9 seconds.

Done.

Nine seconds.

Oh my. This is going to be an absolute game changer for photo editing.

AI DENOISE ALL THE THINGS!

“Flu”

More people are suddenly going down with “flu” again. “Flu” is the layperson’s catchall term for any respiratory tract infection, but of course, what they’ve got isn’t influenza, despite the nomenclature. Influenza is a seasonal infection, and our influenza season ended way back in July:

And indeed, it’s unusual to have so many people ill with respiratory tract infections at this time of year – remember that we’re in the middle of summer down here in the Southern Hemisphere. Of course, there are end of year gatherings and social events which assist in spreading the bugs around, but the fresh air and sunshine have always been enough in previous years to prevent these sort of infections. And yet, everyone knows someone who is sick. It sounds almost like the 2020 Covid days.

So what on earth could it be?

Well, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it’s almost certainly Covid.

Worldwide, poo studies are showing huge amounts of virus (Covid) RNA in wastewater systems, meaning that there are huge numbers of viruses (Covid) in the community. And using a whimsical font to title the graphs doesn’t make it any better.

Look at that: even in Western Australia, which, like us, is supposed to be safe from those winter illnesses right now.

There are two important points to make here. Firstly, that things have moved on a bit since the heady earlier days of Covid. Thankfully, at the moment, there seem to be fewer hospitalisations and fewer deaths from these latest variants. Although numbers of Covid-19 hospitalisations are suddenly rising in places like Singapore and the UK:

And even if it’s not killing you, that certainly doesn’t mean that it’s not capable of making you feel like death for a week at a time.

Secondly, these wastewater tests are our best estimate at what’s going on with Covid in the community, because there’s basically no testing being done on patients with respiratory illness anymore. Why would you spend R1000 on a test when it’s not going to alter the treatment of the patient anyway?

There’s also been a change in symptoms with the new variants. Sure, there’s still the crippling fatigue, breathlessness and general viral nastiness, but while taste and smell seem unaffected – two of the staples of Covid diagnosis first time around – very sore throats seem to be a regular symptom, and even gastrointestinal symptoms are being reported.

It’s also worth noting that we’re a tourist mecca at this time of year, indeed maybe even more so than ever before, so there’s every chance that some people will be bringing their Northern hemisphere Covid into the country with them.

And while there are only a few wastewater stations reporting HIGH levels of Covid RNA at the moment, it’s interesting (but perhaps nothing more than that) that the Cape Town Airport station is one that has suddenly picked up a little over the last few weeks.

After all, especially with those gastro symptoms, what’s the first thing you might want to do as soon as you get off a 12 hour flight? Hmm. Exactly.

Basically, what I’m saying here is that [SHOCK!!] Covid hasn’t gone away. Nor has it yet become a predictable, seasonal virus like dear old Influenza. The latest variants are still very unpleasant and could still be dangerous in elderly or vulnerable patients.

Still best then to exercise caution, not engage in too much mistletoe action and make sure that your vaccinations are up to date (much easier said than done in SA, let me tell you). And, if you are feeling sick, choose to be sensible and respectful and stay away from the Christmas parties and my braai this evening.

Get well soon. Happy holidays.

Returned

A lovely little trip over the delightful Bains Kloof Pass on the way back home, with its stunning scenery and interesting warning signs:

You don’t see that sort of thing every day. Well, unless you are a regular user of the Bains Kloof Pass, I suppose.

We didn’t see any leopards, but then they are masters of camouflage.

Anyway, safely back in Cape Town after a few days of fun, heat and excess, and an opportunity to get some healthy habits started once more before ruining everything again over Christmas.
The kids have retreated to their rooms, basking in the stable, speedy internet, and I have already done 74 loads of washing. Real life has returned very quickly. Normal service has very much been resumed.

While it was a great few days, I am really looking forward to the comfort of my own bed tonight. And I don’t think I’ll be staying up to watch the football before heading that way. Bit knackered.

Getaway

We’re out of town for a few days (beaglesitter services have been engaged), and while I love the urban environment, I’m very much looking forward to being surrounded by nature, and there’s one thing I really, really won’t miss.

Leaf Blowers.

And – in case you needed to be told – they’re actually absolutely terrible in every way shape and form:

There are many reasons to hate leaf blowers. They are loud and their sole purpose is to over-manicure nature. They disperse debris rather than gathering it, and they kick dust and small particles up into the air.

The world is not worse off if the leaves are left unblown.

The article goes on to lament the additional inefficiencies and detrimental effects of the two-stroke petrol engine. To be fair, our local daily blower is electric, but every morning it’s still right there in your ears for an hour, being annoying and useless, forcing people into poetry:

Leaf Blower

Leaf Blower
Scourge of the suburbs
Nosily moving the street detritus from your bit.
To my bit.
Briefly. For Nature will put it all back again
.

Just now.

No leaf blowing where we’re going. Well, just natural stuff.

I have been assured that there is wifi, so I’m sure I’ll be in touch again tomorrow.

Until then…

Musical Marie

It’s all going off on the Isle of Man. Or at least it was just 70 years ago, back in 1953:

For the record, MM started her attempt on the same day that the Korean War ended. But that’s nowhere near as impressive as playing the piano for 158 hours.

The amazing thing is – supported by spiritualists, brandy, seven hundred cigarettes, sixteen thousand visitors (at a shilling a head, nogal!) and seven gallons of tea – she succeeded!

Musical Marie continued to play marathon piano recitals in England, the Isle of Man, Wales and Ireland until 1960.

The ‘trainer’ seems there only to rub her wrists, slap her face and collect the cold, hard cash that just keeps rolling in. Tough job.

As for the ubiquitous mentions of her weight in every article, well, clearly 17 stone – it’s just under 108kg – was a thing back then. Sadly, these days I don’t think 108kg is that unusual for a Manchester housewife. Nor the 100 fags a day.